The buttons on his polished and fine suit were somewhat tight, and he was slow in unbuttoning with one hand.
Xia Ling lied on the rosy red chaise couch and looked up at him while smiling. "I, I'll help you." She reached out her small hands to help him unbutton his suit. She tried a few times and couldn't unbutton it, so she started tugging at it in an uncivilized manner.
Pei Ziheng was not in a hurry, so he held onto one of her hands and put it to his lips before kissing it.
"Do you like me?" His voice was low and husky.
"I like you." She was still a little drunk and laughed foolishly.
"Do you want me?" he asked again.
This time she didn't talk and looked at him for a long while instead. "Liar." She reached out and tugged on his clothes until the suit button was pulled open, but she was still somewhat dissatisfied and used her hands and feet to push him. "You're so heavy, it's annoying."
